My Trainer

With an authoritative motion of his hand, the trainer lifted my chin and took my lips. The kiss was greedy, mature, and even a bit rough. His tongue forced me to give him space and drew eights inside me, making my body shiver. - Go away, - he said with a hoarse voice, reluctantly breaking the kiss. - Now. Otherwise, it will be too late. - No, - I insisted. - I want it to be late. - I won't be able to stop, Sonya, - he growled into my neck, digging his fingers into my thighs. - Leave this instant. - No... Don't stop. I want this, Kamil. - You silly girl! You will regret this, - he said. - It won’t change anything between us. I won’t stay. Not here, not with you, not at all. - I still want it. Kiss me again, Kamil Nailovich.